Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 10cc to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.